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“Everyone says Lucas is a playboy, but actually the one who doesn’t take the relationship
seriously is you.”
William had keen insight, I didn’t dare answer carelessly.
He simply stopped at the stair landing.
“Back then, when our parents wanted to abort Lucas, I desperately kept him, saying I’d take care of my brother in the future.””
“Lucas isn’t smart or outstanding, all the family’s focus and resources were directed at me. He started rebelling in his teens. He told me, he couldn’t choose his birth family, he
only hoped to be able to choose his own wife in the future.”
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William said this, then looked up at me: “I know you don’t believe it, but Lucas loves you.”
This statement was magical, making my heart warm for a moment.
But I quickly regained my rationality: “Brother, Lucas marrying me is only because of that
child…”
William quickly retorted: “So, he defied the whole family to be with you after the miscarriage, but didn’t accept Mia who was pregnant?”
“A man only loves a woman’s child when he loves the woman.”
My throat suddenly tightened.
Then I noticed a key word.
“Brother, what did Lucas… defy?”
Seeing my shock, William realized there were some things I didn’t know.
“At first, no one in the Lucas family was willing to accept you, they even strongly opposed
- I had promised to let Lucas choose the girl he liked, but the social gap between you two was too big, you were from a single-parent family, and seemed cold-hearted, I was afraid he’d get hurt…”
“But Lucas knelt and cried, self-harmed, went on hunger strike, begging our parents to give you a chance. He begged me not to make things difficult for you, not to hurt you…”
“I know my brother best, he’s always been rebellious and disobedient. It was because he truly had feelings for you that he was willing to lower his head like that…”
Something in my mind came crashing down.
I remembered, when Lucas came back from the family home at that time, he told me.
Dad, Mom, and Big Brother all liked me very much.
I thought this marriage had been easily arranged.
My expression changed repeatedly, from doubt to shock to sorrow.
William calmly added: “The matter with Jack was also Lucas asking me to help you get revenge, he said you had been bullied too badly, it hurt his heart…”
I gripped the stair railing, my body feeling like it was falling into an endless abyss, unable to hit the ground.
Lucas, that carefree playboy, he did all this for me?
William gave me a sad look: “Perhaps only you, who are overly pessimistic about human
nature, and some outsiders who don’t know the inside story, would fail to see that Lucas loves you.”
The favoritism I had felt countless times in the past turned out not to be my illusion.
Lucas… really loves me?
I suddenly became mute.
I walked out the door in a daze, Lucas came to support me.
Opening the car door, there was a thermal bag in the passenger seat.
Oden and peach oolong tea.
I had indeed been hungry for a long time.
I stuffed it in mouthful by mouthful, my cheeks puffed out, abnormally quiet.
Lucas took out a tissue, silently wiping my tears.
For the first time, I asked Lucas: “Do you love me?”
Before, I thought the answer to this question was obvious.
Lucas hadn’t expected me to ask this.
He hesitated for a moment, then answered firmly: “Yes, I love you. Girls have always chased after me, but I only chase after the girl I like.”
I opened my mouth, realizing it was indeed true.
“Then… why do you still play around so much after we got together…”
Lucas stared at me for a long time, somewhat helpless, and somewhat sad.
“Because you don’t love me.”
I was stunned.
Trying to say something to make up for it, but unable to speak.
Lucas comfortingly stroked my head: “Love is jealousy, care, pettiness, possessiveness, irrationality. But your emotions are too stable, you never manage me, no matter what outrageous things I do you don’t care. So I understand, there’s no intense love in your
heart.”
Fate plays tricks on people.
The understanding I had cultivated, in Lucas’s eyes, had all backfired.
